Mamaw 's'

Happy Birthday Mamaw 'S'

I know that your birthday was Sunday (Father's day) but, better late than never, that's what I always say.

Mamaw... the oldest of seven, mother of two, grandmother to nine, wife to one, and the best biscuit maker ever! The gang may aggravate you and get on your nerves, but we think your awesome! And no I'm not just buttering you up... but some of your Potato Salad sounds good right now.

You're pretty Awesome!

Love ya' Mamaw and Happy Birthday.

You're a hoot

"Away in the manger..."

Love,

Grace

My Poppy

I wrote this about Five years ago for my great- grandfather.

My Poppy

Poppy is the greatest great-granddad,

You'll always find him happy and glad.

Lee Leo that's his name

Fixing air conditioners is his game.

He likes to trade and fiddle with guns,

This sport he's always teaching his grandsons.

He's always a servant,

Even in a uniform shirt and pant.

He's always loving and kind,

In all areas of the mind.

So if there's anything I can do in return,

Let me know and I will return with great concern.

So thanks very much for being a father,

grandfather, great- grandfather, son and brother.

Grace

Happy Birthday!

Today is my Papaws birthday! Here are some pictures of his birthday dinner.

Toothie made him an upside down pineapple cake

Grace

I got a Pawpaw

Here is a poem we wrote for my Pawpaw.

I Got a Pawpaw

I got a pawpaw that lives that down the hill.

He won't drive a Chevrolet and never will.

He used to have long hair and it flowed everywhere.

Whether he was on the the track or on the town having a snack.

He use to wear cut off jeans. 

And lay in the sun and smoke a pack of  Winstons.

Finally he decided to settle down 

and married a little filly and moved out of town.

He use to work for TDOT and hunted big bucks

and he even drove a pick- up truck.

He likes to ride his John Deere,

And eat Cornbread, Soup beans, Taters and a Mater.

On the weekends he drives Miss "R" to T.J. Maxx,

And he waits patiently as she rummages through clothes and racks.

He loves the heat in Summer,

When we always hear a tiller or mower.

And on the days when it comes a rain,

We also have a partner for our Monopoly game.

Tormenting children is his game,

but if they get in trouble don't look him to blame.

He is gray that marks his wisdom indeed.

And he's there to help if you have a need.

Pawpaw he is full of pride,

When his grandchildren come running in his arms opened wide.

Short on words he maybe,

But never a better man comes from Tennessee.

Written by the "Clan"

His birthday is Wednesday and so hopefully I will have some pictures of him.

Grace

Remember This Lady?